I just had a flashback to my childhood. I was sitting in bed and running down my mental checklist for the following day and planning out the route when I extended my arm and stretched. In doing so my arm went over the edge of the bed. I remembered how when I was little I hated my limbs to be near the edge of the bed for fear the “whatever that lives under my bed will come and get me”. I know I’m not alone and that we’ve all had this feeling of dread at one point or another. Why did we think that if we hid under the covers the monsters couldn’t see us? Or that they couldn’t get to us if we were safely on our bed? Fears are just like that,…illogical. Nonsensical.
For example,…ok, deep breathe, ladybugs freak me out. I hate them. They make my skin crawl. Does this fear make sense? No. Is there any natural reason to have a massive fear of ladybugs? Not at all. Fears magnify untruths and make us confidently believe lies so that we reject what is true. We may be older and not afraid of monsters under our beds anymore but there are other monsters that keep us awake at night. Can I make a small suggestion? How about a light. The Light of God’s word. His light penetrates all darkness and protects us from evil.
Little kids want to run to daddy’s arms when the are scared. We are not too far behind. Isn’t it nice to know that God has a very loving brace for His fearful children. Mark 10:14-16″But when Jesus saw it , he was much displeased, and said unto them, Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein. And he took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them.”